Hello can someone please help me analyse this passage of the "odyssey" What literary moves (figurative language, structure, irony, characterization, setting, rhythm, rhyme) does the author make to advance the purpose of the passage? How does this passage connect to the rest of the text? How can you connect the passage to your life, other books, movies, or the world?

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Ready Telemachus took her up at once: “Well, my friend, seeing you want to probe and press the question, once this house was rich, no doubt, beyond reproach when the man you mentioned still lived here, at home. Now the gods have reversed our fortunes with a vengeance— wiped that man from the earth like no one else before. I would never have grieved so much about his death if he’d gone down with comrades off in Troy or died in the arms of loved ones, once he had wound down the long coil of war. Then all united Achaea would have raised his tomb and he’d have won his son great fame for years to come. But now the whirlwinds have ripped him away, no fame for him! He’s lost and gone now—out of sight, out of mind—and I … he’s left me tears and grief. Nor do I rack my heart and grieve for him alone. No longer. Now the gods have invented other miseries to plague me. Listen. All the nobles who rule the islands round about, Dulichion, and Same, and wooded Zacynthus too, and all who lord it in rocky Ithaca as well— down to the last man they court my mother, they lay waste my house! And mother … she neither rejects a marriage she despises nor can she bear to bring the courting to an end— while they continue to bleed my household white. Soon—you wait—they’ll grind me down as well.” “Shameful!”— brimming with indignation, Pallas Athena broke out. “Oh how much you need Odysseus, gone so long— how he’d lay hands on all these brazen suitors! If only he would appear, now, at his house’s outer gates and take his stand, armed with his helmet, shield and pair of spears, as strong as the man I glimpsed that first time in our own house, drinking wine and reveling there … just come in from Ephyra, visiting Ilus, Mermerus’ son. Odysseus sailed that way, you see, in his swift trim ship, hunting deadly poison to smear on his arrows’ bronze heads. Ilus refused—he feared the wrath of the everlasting gods— but father, so fond of him, gave him all he wanted. If only that Odysseus sported with these suitors, a blood wedding, a quick death would take the lot! True, but all lies in the lap of the great gods, whether or not he’ll come and pay them back, here, in his own house.